The Head of Slytherin's Office is located just off the Common Room and opposite of the Dormitories, only accessible by a spiral staircase that leads even further down into the bellows of Hogwarts. The office currently rests on the bottom of the lake floor so its almost always cold - really the only weapon to fight the chill in the air being the large hearth to warm its weathered bones.
Beyond great oak doors lies a bedchamber for the Head of House to occupy during her stay here and adorned with large windows that allow a view into the darkness of the Black Lake and all its little creatures, though most of the windows can be spelled to simulate sunshine and light if preferred. This room currently belongs to Nora Déonté.
With a quiet sigh, she sets down her pen and waves her wand to open her office door. "Have a seat, and next time please don't yell. Tea?" She'll admit she does have a soft spot for Río, even if his antics do get on her nerves most of the time. "How was your summer?"
- "Aye. I'm Iresh. It's 'ow I manifest despair." Message Me - 00:37, May 7, 2019 (UTC)
Río hopped up on the chair- seemly much easier this year. Perhaps because he was just a tad taller? "Yes please." He swung his legs out as he talked, "Actually, I'm doin a laht better." He grins, then slumps back over, "I joehst... I'm... I stell dahn't know 'ow to actually... cast de spells people want me to cast. Like, I'll accidentally blow oehp sahmethin boeht I've never actually... cast a real spell."
Nora levitates her tea tray to her desk and pours them each a cup. She'd done some reading on half-leprechauns once Río started Hogwarts. "You're far from stupid. Genetically speaking, you may not be able to master magic at the same rate as your peers, but that doesn't mean it's not possible, and it most certainly does not mean you should give up. Maybe traditional spellwork is not your forté, but you have other skills."
- "Aye. I'm Iresh. It's 'ow I manifest despair." Message Me - 03:12, May 14, 2019 (UTC)
Ríoghnán takes one of the cups and holds it. "Boeht 'ow am I soehppahse to actually pass classes? I've been gettin pity passes, whech is de ahnly reasahn I'm in dird year... and naht expelled ahr sahme shet."
Nora taps her fingers against her desk rhythmically, thinking for a few seconds. "Aside from your spellwork, you excel in your classes. Your struggles with spellwork aren't due so much to a lack of practice or understanding, but to your heritage. I don't think it's out of the question that we may be able to work out an alternate learning plan for you, given the situation."
At the knock at her door, Nora looks up from the review worksheets she'd passed out in her classes today and, seeing that it's Maria, smiles. 'Head of Ravenclaw paying me a visit already? Business or pleasure?'
- "What you'll go looking for, that you will find." Message Me - 18:41, April 30, 2019 (UTC)
Maria closes the door behind her and makes her way over, sitting on top of the desk. ’Maybe a little bit of both.’ Maria groans, ’I am having a hard time with the girl prefects. On one hand, I have a perfectly normal, capable person that I have no reason to doubt would do the job. On the other, I have Alisa; and I worked with her last year on potions and whatnot and she has definitely matured. Who the hell am I supposed to choose?’
'Well, there's really only one solution when you can't just choose.' Nora reaches into one of her desk drawers and rummages around a little bit before producing a single knut and tossing it to Maria. 'Flip a coin.'
Nora reaches over to put her hand on Maria's knee. 'It's not stupid.' She sighs. 'You're going to make a good decision - the fact you're so concerned about it makes that quite obvious. In the event the person you choose makes poor decisions later on in the year, you have the power to strip them of privileges and give them to someone more deserving.'
- "What you'll go looking for, that you will find." Message Me - 03:20, May 2, 2019 (UTC)
Maria sighs, 'Considering it has been two decades since I've remotely been in any "position of power", I do not want things going wrong.' She snorts and shakes her head, 'I've already told myself that I'd be the Head of Ravenclaw by the time I was 35. I suppose one year late isn't too bad.'
- "What you'll go looking for, that you will find." Message Me - 18:28, May 4, 2019 (UTC)
Maria shakes her head, ’Well, I majorly fucked up. By the time I graduated from Hogwarts I had no real life skills and I could not… handle myself. I went to college, got a job, and whatnot… But it wasn’t what I wanted and I got stressed out, and I got involved with the wrong guy who got me into drugs and alcohol and… I just… spiraled. Then I ended up in St. Mungo’s because I was having some sort of breakdown, which I don't remember.' She scoffs at herself, 'Obviously, I'm not perfect, but I just... didn't want you to think of me... being like that.'
Nora watches Maria attentively as she speaks, always glad to learn more about her, even when it isn't all sunshine and daisies. 'Thank you for sharing with me. I would never think less of you for that. And you have clearly worked very hard to get to where you are right now, and that is admirable.'
- "What you'll go looking for, that you will find." Message Me - 00:42, May 7, 2019 (UTC)
'Well, when say- something negative happens, I feel it more and... I am unable to handle it. I try not to... show hurt feelings and get stressed out. Which is why I burst into tears every time I am at therapy.' Maria covers her face and groans.
Nora retracts her arm to sign, 'I love you, and I trust you implicitly. I'm not about to pass judgement on anything I hear secondhand about you. I hope that you feel safe enough with me to share if you'd like to, but I don't want you to be concerned that should I find out about...one of these problems from your past, it will damage our relationship.'
Coming to speak to her head of house wasn't something she'd usually do, but she was at breaking point, and didn't want to screw up her new-found relationship. Reluctantly knocking on the door, she waited. "Professor, may I speak to you?"
Nora rounds the corner just down the hall in time to see Victoria arriving at her office door. "Of course, Victoria," she says as she nears her door, her cane clacking on the floor with every step. "Would you like some tea?" she asks as she opens the door, holding it for Victoria to enter, and makes her way behind her desk.
The blonde moved out the way so she could go past, then followed her inside, sighing. "Some tea would be lovely, Professor...though I need to talk to you about something plaguing me right now...Metaphorically, that is."
Victoria began speaking, taking a deep breath. "Father's gone off somewhere and hasn't told anyone...And everyone else is in..a...condition...where." She pauses, before continuing. "Where I." After that, the words just tumbled out of her mouth as she tried not to cry, mentioning her grandfather's dementia, her mother's unexplained illness, how she had to look after her sister by herself all summer, and why she was nervous about mentioning it due to her families wealth.
While Victoria talks, Nora pours them both a cup of tea. She also pulls out a box of tissues from her desk and sets them close to Victoria, just in case she needs them. "That sounds like a lot to have on your plate, especially all at once. Your family may be wealthy, but that doesn't make you issue-free. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Vic took a tissue and wiped her eyes with it, trying not to bawl her eyes out. She paused, her usual attitude acting as a block. She wanted to talk, but how would that look. Sighing, she spoke. "I need somewhere for my sister to stay....I should've said sooner but she's still at home...Grandfather's there...but he struggles to care for her... please...." She remarked, proceeding to rest her face on the table to hide how much she was crying.
It pains her to see one of her students in so much distress. "We can contact Lil Bundles in Hogsmeade and see what we can work out together for your sister. They also have an after-school program for third years and up, if you'd like. What do you think?"
"No, she won't be up for adoption." Nora can't help but tighten her jaw a little at the idea of Victoria's father having anything besides sincere apologies should he ever decide to return. "If your father gives you any grief, you send him right to me and I'll make sure he's set straight. You're fourteen and burdened not just with your schoolwork, but also, it seems, the role of both parent and caretaker, which is more than you should have on your plate. Asking for assistance is the best solution here for everyone involved."
The blonde once again rested her head on the table, and while muffled, an audible "Thank you." could be heard. "I think my grandad needs a proper carer to..." she added, sighing. The blonde was clearly glad to be relieved of the stress, but she still felt terrible. "I feel like I'm going to puke. or faint. or both...."
"I'll help you look into someone for your grandfather as well," she says, making a quick note on her desk pad so she doesn't forget. "I think you may need to pay a visit to the hospital wing. Are you able to walk, or do you need to wait for it to pass?" She stands up to retrieve her small trashcan and set it closer to Victoria - just in case.
She looked paler in the face then usual. Groaning, the girl leaned over to puke in the trashcan. Wiping her mouth with a tissue, she tossed it in afterwards. "I..I think I'll be fine...That was the worst of it...I hope.." She stood up slowly, turning to leave, before immediately collapsing to her legs again, luckily, positioned over the bin she could continue puking.